Clean your filthy blood off my cock”Chase looked away and closed his eyes, and it ticked the man off. He grabbed Chase’s head, pulled his hair, an... punched him in the face several times. Blood started flowing from Chase’s mouth as the man hit him violently. When he stopped, the man forced Chase’s mouth open and forced his bloody cock down Chase’s throat. Chase’s eyes were beginning to close, he was losing consciousness.“OH NO YOU DON’T, BITCH!”The man grabbed a large nightstick shaped like a. " You mean I can have a drink of the wine too?" Yes you may. Just drink it slow and don't drink to much cause I don't want you to be driving drunk, when we go to leave here tonight."When I managed to pop the cork from the bottle of wine and then pored some into each glass and got the bottle back into the ice and the ice chest lid closed, "Now, what is the occasion that you are letting me drink a little wine with you tonight?" as mom handed me one of the glass's of wine."First off, this is a one. He'd been born in a little town in Oklahoma, to a roughneck father who worked on oil wells and a mother who did her best to raise Sonny and his three other siblings (in spite of an often drunken, and abusive husband). Eventually, Sonny also worked on oil drilling rigs until he and his father had a falling out and Sonny left home, rarely to ever go back.Sonny ended up going to California and he did some rough-necking for a while, and then got into working as a mechanic in a motorcycle shop. He. " Because I'm such a fashionista, right?" Daniel asked, trying to stiflea laugh.Brenda in response maked a face. "Oh, shut it." Will you girls PLEASE be quiet?" The sound of Mrs. Henderson's voice,much like her middle-aged face, is sharp, taking Daniel and Brenda bysurprise."Sorry, ma'am," is all either of them are able to mutter in response."Good," replied Mrs. Henderson. "Now, as I was saying, the Frenchpeople had..."* * * * * *By the time lunch rolled around, Daniel was becoming a bit.